The say what's on your mind thread ....

[waahoohah]

foo, foo, foo, foo,
I'MALLRIGHT. I'MALLRIGHT. I'MALLRIGHT.

[Badfellow]

And thus, the monkey was bravely shot into space.

[ThirstyDrunk]

MMMMMMMMMMMBMBMBMBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSAAAAHAAHGHGHGHGHHGHGGHGHHHHHHHHHHAAHHAHAHAHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHRRHRHRRHHRHHHRHRRRRRRHHHHHAAHAAHHHAAAAAAAAHHH!
uuuuuhhhhh......
oshit
BBBBBBBBFFDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRERBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAUUAUAUAUUUAUAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUAUAUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH
MMM,MMM,MMM,MMM,
BBBBBBBBBBWBWBBWBWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAGAHHHAGAGJHHH!!!

Wait - I recognize that sound!
2nd Midwest Invasion, 8:37 A.M., behind the bar at the Roadhouse, you just drank 2 daiquiris, a mudslide, 7 beers, a shot of J.W. Dant, and two bloody marys. In an hour. before breakfast.
Mmmmm. biscuits n garvy.

[peetie44]

foo, foo, foo, foo,
I'MALLRIGHT. I'MALLRIGHT. I'MALLRIGHT.

Welcome back, you damned dirty ape!

[Badfellow]

This monkey's gone to heaven.

[Patchez]

MMMMMMMMMMMBMBMBMBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSAAAAHAAHGHGHGHGHHGHGGHGHHHHHHHHHHAAHHAHAHAHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHRRHRHRRHHRHHHRHRRRRRRHHHHHAAHAAHHHAAAAAAAAHHH!
uuuuuhhhhh......
oshit
BBBBBBBBFFDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRERBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAUUAUAUAUUUAUAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUAUAUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH
MMM,MMM,MMM,MMM,
BBBBBBBBBBWBWBBWBWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAGAHHHAGAGJHHH!!!

Quoted directly from the brave Simian NASA launched on a long journey directly into the Sun.

[ThirstyDrunk]

I need this

[Savage]

Wait, uhm, I thought that if you let a monkey loose on a keyboard, that he would rewrite the bible, or Shakespeare, or, at the very least, last week's SNL show. Color me disillusioned.

[waahoohah]

MMMMMMMMMMMBMBMBMBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSAAAAHAAHGHGHGHGHHGHGGHGHHHHHHHHHHAAHHAHAHAHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHRRHRHRRHHRHHHRHRRRRRRHHHHHAAHAAHHHAAAAAAAAHHH!
uuuuuhhhhh......
oshit
BBBBBBBBFFDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRERBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAUUAUAUAUUUAUAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUAUAUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH
MMM,MMM,MMM,MMM,
BBBBBBBBBBWBWBBWBWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAGAHHHAGAGJHHH!!!

Wait - I recognize that sound!
2nd Midwest Invasion, 8:37 A.M., behind the bar at the Roadhouse, you just drank 2 daiquiris, a mudslide, 7 beers, a shot of J.W. Dant, and two bloody marys. In an hour. before breakfast.
Mmmmm. biscuits n garvy.

Damn! Here I thought I was being funny, and you go and pull repressed memories out of my brain.
That Garvy was good though, right?

[Smatter Noguts]

Sam the chimp was a great American and pioneering astronaut, obviously a patriot and someone I'd have loved to have a beer with. Wonderful photo.

[waahoohah]

foo, foo, foo, foo,
I'MALLRIGHT. I'MALLRIGHT. I'MALLRIGHT.

Welcome back, you damned dirty ape!

Good To BE back! Thank you!

[ThirstyDrunk]

MMMMMMMMMMMBMBMBMBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSAAAAHAAHGHGHGHGHHGHGGHGHHHHHHHHHHAAHHAHAHAHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHRRHRHRRHHRHHHRHRRRRRRHHHHHAAHAAHHHAAAAAAAAHHH!
uuuuuhhhhh......
oshit
BBBBBBBBFFDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRERBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAUUAUAUAUUUAUAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUAUAUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH
MMM,MMM,MMM,MMM,
BBBBBBBBBBWBWBBWBWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAGAHHHAGAGJHHH!!!

Wait - I recognize that sound!
2nd Midwest Invasion, 8:37 A.M., behind the bar at the Roadhouse, you just drank 2 daiquiris, a mudslide, 7 beers, a shot of J.W. Dant, and two bloody marys. In an hour. before breakfast.
Mmmmm. biscuits n garvy.

Damn! Here I thought I was being funny, and you go and pull repressed memories out of my brain.
That Garvy was good though, right?

I'm sorry, but that and the 1000 degree tent are som of the greatest stories rarely if ever told from the Midwest invasions.
Cheers Monkeyman, Biscuits and garvy for everyone.

[Savage]

why did the chicken cross the road ?

to steal my drink.

[Badfellow]

No matter what you drink, there you drunk.

[Savage]

We are clearing out, tidying up, decluttering... you know, all the sort of things the trendy kids are doing these days, and I found an enormous earwig, and little dots of what I can only suppose to be earwig poop, inside a cheap-ass gonna-get-rid-of, embarrassed-to-give-to-Goodwill, Mario Batali mini dutch oven.

What next? A plague of locusts? Raining frogs? The Makers Mark distillery burns down? Oh, wait. Didn't that almost happen?

I need a drink. Why don't we have a bar upstairs?